Warning: Yaoi (boy x boy) if you don't feel comfortable reading it, DON'T.
THERE IS NO LEMON OR SEXUAL CONTENT IN THE FIRST CHAPTER BUT THERE MIGHT BE LATER. But rest assured there is fluff towards the end. 'N its good fluff. Not oh seme-chan lets get some ice cream! Ok uke-san *blush* but I hate sweets *insert multiple hearts and sparkles here)
(Sorry about the caps attack I just wanted to let people know. ^-^"")
Hisagi Shuuhei X Akon (Akon-seme, Shuhei-uke)
The first part is from Hisagi's point of view, to set the scene and stuff. The rest will be in 3rd person. Forgive me if I'm bad at speaking from Hisagi's POV. I sorta struggled with it. I'm just doing this pairing because I wanted to write Bleach yaoi and I've seen this pairing before. (Plus I'll take any chance in squeezing in the lovely psychotic hellhole that is the 12th division.) Plus HisagiXAkon seems underappreciated and hot. 3 (Help! I'm turning into a fujoshi!...and by help I mean send doujinshi!)
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Chapter 1-
You know how after it rains it gets all muggy outside, and you can feel the moisture in the air? Ick, I hate it. It's one of the few things that can really irk me. Anyway I'd just got back from a mission in the real world a week ago, finished all the editing for Sereitei Communication, and now I'm trudging through the mud to the psycho 12th division to pick up a gigai for a new member of the 7th, battling a killer hangover. (I went drinking with Matsumoto, Renji, and Izuru, again last night.) While I'm a member of the 9th division, I'm picking up a gigai for the 7th. Why? Well Komamura-taichou personally asked me and he still seems outwardly affected by Tousen's betrayal. I am too, all of us in the 9th are. Taichou… Maybe I can just clear my head for a second with this errand, oh wait it's the 12th. Never mind.
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Finally Hisagi reached the tall, polished doors of the Research and Development Bureau. Carefully pressing a palm to the cold metallic surface, Hisagi pushed and the door creaked open. The inside of the Bureau was crowed and dimly lit. People in lab coats bustled around, carrying charts, jars, tubes, and wheeling around gurneys. Hisagi stood slightly dumbfounded but regained his composure. Get the gigai, be respectful, get the hell out.
"Excuse me," Hisagi tapped a young boy on the shoulder, "where's the gigai center?"
"Hm?" The boy answered, turning around to face him. He had an odd little pony tail on the front of his hair, large petrified looking eyes that looked straight up at him, and damn did he look like Hanataro. "Um, it's down that hallway, to the left. There's a sign."
"Thank you," replied Hisagi, leaving his sentence hanging for a name.
"Rin." The boy told him, "Tsubokura, Rin."
Hisagi nodded, "Rin." Damn it, his last name isn't Yamada.
Hisagi made his way down the hallway, trying not to look directly at anyone or anything. Especially that person with the name Hiyosu on their name tag. Another heavy, metal door greeted Hisagi. He wondered how all these scientists with their boney arms could open these things all day. Stepping into the room, Hisagi was engulfed in blackness, with the exception of a glowing blue light that radiated off a lamp in the middle of the room shining on an experimentation table. Clouds of smoke swirled around Hisagi's face, trailing from the man's cigarette that loomed over the corpse on the table. He had sallow skin, rings under his eyes, and smoke swirled around his face.
"Are you Hisagi Shuhei?" asked the dark haired main, taking another drag on his cigarette, his tired face framed with blue light. He casually put a hand in his lab coat pocket, and put his lips firmly around his smoke.
"Erm, yes." Hisagi suppressed the cough in his throat due to the smoke, "are you the gigai specialist?"
The man nodded, his eyes staying dead center on Hisagi, "Akon." Apparently that was introduction enough, because Akon had already started to package the gigai in a body bag. His lips parted slightly as he took the cigarette from his mouth, and breathed another cloud of smoke. Hisagi remained still, letting the man do his job, and was just wondering about the odd horns on Akon's head when-
Thud. The door swung open, revealing a severely pissed off 12th division captain. His gold eyes opened wide and painted lips pulled back against bared teeth in a menacing sneer. Oh great, the 12th's psycho captain. Ounces of light flooded into the dark room from the outside hallway, casting shadows on the scared-out-of-his-goddamn-mind Hisagi and the calmer yet grumpy looking Akon.
"Yes Kurotsuchi-taichou?" asked Akon, completely frozen in his packaging of the gigai. He knew there was never an excuse to ignore the captain for anything else, unless you wanted to lose a limb in the most painful of ways.
"Akon! You incompetent, insufferable idiot! The oxygen tubes were hooked up completely wrong to the research subject in room 382!" Kurotsuchi yelled, waving his boney, white hands around in fury.
For whatever reason, Hisagi spoke up, "Did the subject die because of a lack of oxygen?" Kurotsuchi glared at him from the corner of his eye.
"No, imbecile. He's alive," Mayuri turned his head talking more to Akon now, "the oxygen wasn't on a low enough frequency. If his lungs start to work he could reverse the affect of our new drug!" Hisagi stood dumfounded; you want the person to die?! However, unlike Hisagi Akon looked almost unaffected by the tirade of his captain. Was he just used to hearing this? Thought Hisagi, No, no one could work that long under Mayuri before he just killed them. Right? Little did Hisagi know that Akon had served under him for 100 years.
"Yes, Kurotsuchi-taichou. My deepest apologies." Akon apologized almost robotically, masking the underlying emotion in his eyes.
"Tch…" Mayuri started to turn away, "just get out. Tomorrow, you are spending every waking second on fixing that subject to original state, and you're doing the whole experimentation process over again, and god help you if the poison doesn't fill your lungs in the process; I'll shove a syringe down your esophagus and do it myself!!" Slam. The appropriate level of darkness returned.
"Fuck…" was Akon's reply to the door's slam. Hisagi turned from the door where he had stood dumbstruck to see Akon pinching the bridge of his nose. "How did I mess that up?" The man grabbed the body bag filled with its cargo and laid it in Hisagi's arms. Awkwardly. Very Awkwardly. Hisagi struggled to get a good grip on the thing for almost a minute before Akon told him about the handle.
Meanwhile, Akon cleaned up the lab, mumbling to himself. "God, I need a drink." He stared tiredly at the ceiling with the same blankness you'll find in any 12th member, drained of their cheerful spirit.
"Hm?" Hisagi must have broken Akon's train of thought because he looked away from the ceiling and at the lieutenant. "What did you say?" He asked honestly, actually desperately wanting to get out of the dark, dank, room.
"I said I need a drink," Akon replied, "and some food," he added as an afterthought. He put out the cigarette and through the but away, walking out of the room. "Want to get something to eat?"
"Sure." Hisagi shrugged, accepting the casual offer. Taking a step out of the room he noticed just how goddamn heavy these gigai things were, when you're soul wasn't actually in them.